The Apple of My Eye

Chapter 1779 Hypoglycemia

After handing the document over to Leila, David stayed to observe how she would react.

As soon as she had finished reading, she frowned and flung the file onto the nearby table. "Are you

kidding me?" she snapped. "Don't you know all the information listed here?"

"Of course, I do," David said with a smug grin.

It was clear that he found satisfaction in having successfully annoyed Leila. In stark contrast with his

self-satisfied smile was Leila's vexation.

"Then why did you ask me to be here?" Leila barked. It was easy to see that David had done it on

purpose—a fact he didn't bother to conceal.

"Leila, I'm afraid that you have forgotten your duty. It's your job, not mine, to solve these problems. Isn't

that right? Why are you expecting me to do a job that is clearly yours?" David said without emotion.

There was a hint of contempt in the way he looked at Leila. The look of amusement that had been on

his face moments ago was now gone. His despise for Leila now clearly showed itself.

Hearing this, Leila realized what David had been doing all along. He had been tripping her up during

Charles' absence. But he seemed to have forgotten one thing—she wasn't weak. She would not break

that easily.

"Fine," Leila said curtly. "Is there anything else you'd like me to do?" Wasting time on David wouldn't

benefit her. Since he had asked her to finalize the document, she would do it. Besides, his position was

his only leverage against her. He could only cause her trouble through this. As soon as she finished

this task, he would be out of her hair.

"No, that's all. You can start enjoying your vacation once you've completed this document," David

answered coldly.

Leila picked up the file from the table where she had thrown it. She cast a spiteful glance at David

before finally leaving.

The entire hour that followed, Leila enlisted Alice's assistance and immersed herself in work. With

Alice's help, Leila was able to finalize the document.

Meanwhile, David had dialed Charles' number the minute Leila walked out.

Charles was on the hotel rooftop overlooking urban Malaysia when he got the call. He answered the

call when he saw that it was his assistant calling. "David, what's wrong?" he asked, slightly worried.

"Mr. Lu, everything is fine here. I just thought you should know that Ms. Zhang has asked for leave,"

David reported diligently.

Charles frowned at the mention of Leila's name. "You take care of it," he instructed.

When David realized that Charles probably didn't want to hear about Leila, he promptly changed the

subject. Instead, he continued to update Charles on how other current projects were coming along.

Soon, the call ended.

After hanging up the phone, Charles stayed on the rooftop for a while, enjoying the fresh air. He had

been relishing the change of pace. Naturally, he wanted to take in as much of it as he could. Once he

felt content, he retired to his hotel suite a little after noon.

After Charles had gotten changed, the hotel service assistant called to ask what he wanted for lunch.

This particular hotel was a luxurious one, always offering its guests world-class services. Everything its

clients wanted, it provided quickly and privately. The call was an opportunity for Charles to customize

his and Melissa's meal plan for that afternoon.

"We'll have two steak meals, please. We'll be down in the restaurant in a minute," he answered.

After thanking the assistant on the phone, Charles hung up and went straight to Melissa's room. He

softly knocked on her door.

It was pretty late for lunch. Charles thought that Melissa should have had enough rest by now and that

she should eat something.

When Melissa failed to come to the door, Charles called out to her. When that didn't work, he began

knocking harder-nothing. Worried, he hurriedly called the front desk.

"Room 1505. Bring a key and get here. Now!" Charles barked his order and then hung up without

waiting for a response.

The receptionist, taken aback by the strange request, quickly relayed the information to his manager.

"Sir, Mr. Lu has requested our presence in Room 1505. He didn't say why."

"What are you waiting for then? Go! Send someone up there now!" the manager urged.

Just like the receptionist, the manager had no idea what Charles wanted.

Even so, years of working in the hospitality industry had taught him to always keep the clients happy.

Also, strange requests were no longer new to him. Besides, Charles was a regular guest and was one

of their biggest clients. The manager wouldn't dream of refusing him.

"Mr. Lu? Do you need any help?" A member of the hotel staff ran toward Charles.

"Open the door for me. My mom is inside. I've been knocking and calling out to her, but she isn't

responding," Charles responded anxiously.

Seeing the worried look on Charles' face, the concierge wasted no time at all. He produced a key card

from his pocket and swiftly swiped it through the door's magnetic reader, opening the door.

Charles rushed inside as soon as the door was open. At once, he saw Melissa lying motionless on the

bed. He dashed to her bed, shook her, and cried, his voice trembling with fear, "Mom! Wake up!"

But no matter how hard he shook and how loud he screamed, Melissa remained unconscious. Charles

gently pressed two fingers against the side of her neck, right under her jaw. To his relief, he detected a

weak pulse. Melissa had only passed out. She was alive. Worried, Charles instructed the concierge to

call a taxi. The man obliged and immediately ran out of the room to get help. Charles then carried

Melissa downstairs, placed her carefully in the cab that was waiting, and ordered the driver to floor it to

the nearest hospital.

The cab ride prolonged Charles' agony. He had never taken Melissa out on vacation. When he finally

did, this happened. His mother had been ecstatic when they landed in Malaysia, but now she was on

her way to a hospital. If anything happened to her, Charles would never forgive himself. He swore to

save Melissa at any cost.

Soon, they arrived at the hospital. Melissa was given immediate attention and sent to the emergency

ward.

Charles went along. When they got there, the doctor asked a few questions about Melissa. While

Charles talked, the doctor took a cursory look at the patient. When he determined he had all the

information he needed, he told Charles, "Please, wait outside. We need to run some quick tests."

Even though Charles didn't want to leave his mother, he knew he had no choice but to do what the

doctor said. Every second was crucial. Knowing this, he reluctantly left the room.

Outside the emergency room, Charles only waited for a few minutes. However, he felt like he had been

sitting there for an eternity.

He heard a creak and then a familiar voice. "You can come in now," the doctor said. He was peeking

from around the door. Charles could only see his face and a shoulder from where he was sitting.

At first, Charles was stunned. He closed his eyes for a second, shook his head, and followed the doctor

into the ward.

"How is she now, Doctor?" Charles drew in a deep breath, bracing himself for bad news.

He was so anxious that his mind had gone blank. Still, he knew he had to listen to what the doctor had

to say. Not knowing was killing him.

"The patient is alright. She passed out from hypoglycemia. That means that her blood sugar is very

low. It's not as serious as it sounds, but you still need to take good care of her. You need to monitor her

health. She fainted this time because of over-fatigue, and there's also evidence that she had difficulty

breathing," the doctor explained patiently.

Charles felt relieved upon hearing Melissa's diagnosis. He was thankful that it had nothing to do with

her cancer.

"Here. You need to purchase this for your mother. There's a pharmacy downstairs. Let the nurse assist

you,"

the doctor said as he handed Charles a prescription. Nearby, a nurse pulled the blue privacy curtains

open, revealing a wheelchair with Melissa in it. She was weak but semi-conscious.

Charles, together with the nurse, wheeled Melissa into a private room. Then, he headed to the

pharmacy.

There was a lot on his mind as he made his way to the pharmacy. It dawned on him that Melissa was

old and sick now. There were endless threats to her health. With this in mind, he made a big decision.

In the coming days, he would try his best to fulfill his mother's wishes, whatever they might be.

Whatever she asked for, he would provide.

Back at Dream Garden, Leila was exhausted.

She had spent the whole morning finishing the task that David had assigned. Afterward, she had gone

straight home without notifying him.

Leila went upstairs in a hurry, attracting Nancy's attention. The maid found this behavior suspicious and

was afraid that something was wrong.

"Miss Zhang, are you alright?" she asked.

Of course, she didn't care about Leila. She merely checked on the woman because she was afraid that

Leila might cause problems in the house. After all, only the two of them were there at the moment. If

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"Why do you ask? Besides, my life is none of your business," Leila answered indifferently and

continued to make her way to her room. Unfortunately, when she turned around to close her bedroom

door, she noticed that Nancy had followed her up there. Even worse, the maid had looked her up and

down in the most brazen manner.

That was the final straw. Leila could no longer hide her irritation. Instead of closing her door, she

opened it wide and started charging toward Nancy. She was going to give her a piece of her mind.

She had had enough. Somehow, she felt like the maid was treating her like a common thief. She had

never liked Nancy anyway, and Charles wasn't home. She would be able to show Nancy the real her

without consequence. After all, Nancy was nothing but a servant in this house.

There was no use pretending to be nice now. Yes, Nancy had been living at Dream Garden with the Lu

family for decades now, but that didn't make her important.